Dealing with the end

How curious it is to me, the way we deal with end.
First of all, most of us have a crude idea of what the end is.
For some there is no end, there is only transformation, a constant change of state, a metamorphosis of the soul and body.
To others, the segment of life is determined by life and death. No more no less.
But because there are no true evidence of after-life or concluding death, people become more responsible with those who are apparently close to their demise.
Constant visits to hospitals, retirement homes usually occur when the call of the grim reaper is drawing nearer. Perchance people just need the satisfaction that they did their best with their loved ones.
What exactly is the best during my final days?
Just before I die, what will be that unique experience that will define my ultimate state on Earth.
Do I want to be surrounded with my loved ones?
Or do I feel like I want to die with dignity surrounded only by my thoughts, like the giant Elephants who seek sanctuary in the wilderness?
Maybe a bit of both.
I want to feel the warmth of the company, but I also want to feel able to engage my thoughts with soul provoking wisdom, that I managed to gather for a lifetime.
If I have a chance, maybe I can share it with those around me, so that they might do the same when their final hour arrives.

End of line

I am not sure yet, but I think he is gone.
It was not the infection
It was not the swollen limbs
It was the agony of the loneliness of a 15 day flight of countless hours of darkness and despair

I understand the elephants when they depart from their group to die alone in the wilderness.
I believe our minds drift much in the same fashion.
The body is the last one to go, decaying by the day.
Eventually when there is no single shred of mind and soul to give it sustenance, the body eventually follows.

His journey has begun
It will not be long now
I hope he arrives safely
There where the line ends
And where the silence has lease.


My only comfort is that one day I will find a similar fate going through a unique path
I fail to get the hug I have been craving for the past year.
All has been forced to provoke a certain reaction
But no one is actually available for that unique hug.

Before he departs, I will give him many more hugs and many more kisses
Not knowing if he will enjoy the warmth of them, but finding the comfort of each one I am allowed to give.

End of Line